Calico dreams
reign supreme
And light the sky
as we ask why.
Smoke filled rooms,
Girls ride brooms,
Dogs bark wildly
And that's putting it mildly.
The world is mad
The people are sad,
The fish are dead,
I wanna go to bed.
No one is sure,
There isn't a cure,
We're all gonna die,
And we ask why.
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